Messed up riches

Looking into the future
Or looking into the past
All I can hear is them
Good old ghost whisperers
Riding into the thunderous night!
Riding into the sublime campfire light!

In your dumb ears, laugh!
Laughing! Life is such a gas!
Laughing into the wind,
Into the night,
Into the inebriated all embroiling light
Laughing! Life is such a gas!
Such a lonely plight
For an old donkey or an ass!

Like a seed dead in the ground
The walking-dead are all around
Walking all around, you!
Above and beneath me!

They’re all laughing! Life is such a gas!
They’re all walking around...
All around you! And me!
In hells red britches
Digging in them lonely ditches
Digging for their own oily,
Messed up riches!

Down in that humble hollowed out
Earth dry ground
Oh’ hear those good old ghost whisperers’ laugh
Laughing in them dust bowls sands so sad
Holding up their shaking bible held hands
Like an old Judas tree
Inside that old ghost town called Jericho
Down by the river Jordan’s bank
There with me there Neolithic hero
Under a silver, long ago
Long lost moon
Singing lullaby’s in Hebrew
All in sway...
Searching this lonely lost highway
All in sway on this stoned merry-go-day.
A Neolithic hero of long-ago!

Looking into the future
Or looking into the past
We can all hear them good old ghost whisperers, laugh,
Laughing! Life is such a gas!
After smoking just a few rolled up bits of grass!
Even these new age Neolithic breed of hero’s
Haven't learnt these tears are ours to laugh away...
In the good old frankincense, way...
With them good old ghost whisperers
Riding into the thunderous night!
Riding into the sublime campfire light!

In your dumb ears, laugh!
Laughing! Life is such a gas!
Laughing into the wind,
Into the night,
Into the inebriated all embroiling light
Laughing! Life is such a gas!
Such a lonely plight
For an old donkey or an ass!